Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20100321-Stubborn Uncles

    Here’s why I think people will continue to be sick and dying. First, it’s DNA. I have two friggin’ stubborn paternal uncles who are friggin’ irresponsible. Second, people are stuck in their old ways.

    Uncle Dead got a stent for his clogged heart. Yet he continues to smoke. Smoking narrows the arteries. His UNHEALTHY behavior contradicts the efforts of this medical device, wastes the time of medical care people and contributes to his deteriorating health. Instead he continues to argue and berate his wife and goes golfing, leaving her alone in their house for most of the day.

    Uncle Gigolo refused medical treatment and when he went in to get medical intervention, it was too late. His blood test result showed something wrong with his inability to urinate correctly. He even blames the doctors for prescribing drugs that don’t work because they made him sicker and hurts his organs.

    The pills don’t work because: his liver (from excessive alcoholic consumption) is damaged and probably cancerous with cirrhosis and his kidney is damaged from not getting his prostate cancer looked at in early stages. He too continues to imbibe in strong liquor and smoke until the day he dies.

    The point is: People will end up dead. It’s how fast they want to die. No amount of intervention or the passage of Obama’s health care insurance reform would CHANGE these stubborn and outmoded bio-units. As expressed in my previous blog entries, people will continue their own path to destruction from eating wrong food, taking up EXTREME sports and not exercising daily.

    Also, if health care is truly meant for REFORM, why are the bio-pharmaceutical DRUG DEALERS selling formulas that do NOT CURE? Don’t you get it, people? If these scientific thugs want to make people better, the REMEDY pills should ALLEVIATE symptoms and NOT cause other symptoms and potentially damage other parts and organs of the body!

    Anyway, we are all better off just praying for divine intervention, right?

  • 20100320-Beautiful Day

    The skies were filled with sylphs that day! The air was cool and the air was fresh. The twosome came over for an hour or so and left prior to 16:00pm. They fought again inside the home of the elders. Nothing has changed under the sun.

  • 20100316-More Spooks

    Well, according to Maw this evening while watching a Bruce Willis movie flick, she mentioned how Josie (or Josephina or preferably Lourdes) made faces as we walked by in front of her. She had finished taking her Eucharist and was kneeling down on the front most pew, next to the side door to the `right`.

    Since we sit on the second pew behind her, we decided to sit in the center of the same pew since yesterday. Today was the second day. At least she turned her head to her left and we both waved a feigned early morning greeting to each other. I though she was deaf and had a hearing aide in her left ear but it appears she knew we were coming and probably had good peripheral vision to know.

    After hearing how she had made faces when Maw walked by and then me, we have decided to sit to the back section of pews towards the `left` side of the door. Either the first most or the second pew will do just fine. I’m opting for the second so that she could crane her next to take a gander at us.

    We noticed that people do not fill the area where she is located. We also noticed how a couple in their 80’s would sit on different pews each morning. I guess my remark about cat hairs in the food given by the old lady had hit home base. She no longer talks to people and doesn’t smile or wave at us.

    Listen folks. I’m not here to be friends with losers, mainly nutters and old timers. I’m here to destroy your sense of sanity. Frankly, and as per Ben, nutters and devils alike attend this local church. People fight in the back and egos are filled by bragging about traveling and all sorts of fulfillment of charity amidst hopelessness and the faithfully blind.

  • 20100316-Watching Shows

    Around 20:00pm tonight, we were watching television. I saw lots of nachos topped with pickles. Nachos drowned in aged cheddar cheese taste better, along with sour cream and guacamole. Maderno was the restaurant in which Lyndon B. Johnson was a patron.

    As a matter of fact and earlier this afternoon, Maw and I picked up two items from Carl’s Jr. for Paw’s snack. He was doing house chores.

    Natural-Cut French Fries – Large

    Premium-quality, skin-on, Natural Cut French Fries.

    Natural-Cut French Fries – Large

    Super Nachos – Ground Beef

    Seasoned ground beef with freshly prepared tortilla chips, refried beans, cheddar cheese sauce, guacamole, sour cream and fresh salsa.

    Super Nachos – Ground Beef

    Later on, we watched `Live Free or Die Hard`, starring Bruce Willis. It’s an action film filled with the usual violence of blood and gore, where people get punched, fall to their deaths and die by bullets.

  • 20100314-More Spooks

    Before lunch and on that fine sunny day, Paw and I went to the USPS to drop off my second to the last of a government help. And en route to the local drug store, we waited behind the boy at the railway intersection.

    He was driving his black-colored Ford Mustang, which had a light-weight, steel hitch for hauling his little boat. He wanted to show off his `toy` but we took off at the road intersection of our home. I sort of waved but Paw and I proceeded to our second destination and then our third, which was to pick-up four large side orders of Chow Mein for $3.25 each.

    I noticed one scruffy-bearded guy sitting at the table to the central eating place and near McDonalds. He was unblinking, staring off into space. This could mean he is mind-controlled. I stared at him and noticed that he looked like one of my classmates from high school. Then again that was long time ago.

    I was thinking about him for the past few days. The scene was at our guitar class and the teacher was asking all sorts of technical questions about music, which I should know all that well. I was more of a sight reader when playing my pieces. All I recall was him looking at me:

    `You play piano. You should know all this`.

    Anyway, Paw and I waited the usual five minutes for our order while the rest of the meat eaters bought theirs. We picked up the food and walked back towards the greasy restaurant where the guy was sitting. I saw that there were large spectacles of light brown color and plastic, too. It looked too old and `owl-like` for his small skull and blue eyes.

    I mumbled under my breath `IHS`, the initials to my high schools. It was too bad that I didn’t think of offering food until I was already on the road going home bound. We arrived home at around 13:00pm that day and found that the boy was no longer there.

    The boy called later on to find comfort of recognition of his second but replaced hitch. All I could do is spew positive affirmations to justify his happiness. It’s too bad his materialism gives him comfort while people are starving. He is still wasting money on inanimate objects.

  • 20100315-More Spooks

    At around 07:38am, we backed out our car from the garage and we knew L0L!nda would open her garage door, too. Sure enough, we saw that she was going from her white Honda CR-V vehicle to the opened garage and perhaps to use the maroon Dodge van, which was bought by Billy’s sister for his use but paid for by L0L!nda.

    Last Friday, Juan had opened the garage door too. He was wheeling in the bigger recycling bin just as I was shifting gears from reverse to forward.

  • 20100313-Delicious Desserts

    After that evening mass, we went to Applebee’s and had a bowl of shrimp, steak, baby back ribs and a Reuben sandwich. For dessert and with gusto by mostly moi, we ate a:

    Triple Chocolate Meltdown®

    A magnificently moist chocolate cake topped with both dark and white chocolate. Its fudge-filled center will erupt upon first bite! Served with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge.

    $4.99

    Triple Chocolate Meltdown®

  • 20100310-More Spooks

    The boy came over at around 18:00pm and left at around 21:30pm. His presence intrigues my brain but aloof is my concern. I cannot figure out his mind set and his continued denial of living with a foreigner. However, he still acknowledges his OLD family.

    But he said something VERY ODD to me:

    “Please don’t take this as an offense. Staying indoors all day is self-inflicted violence. You are still young and should be more resourceful. You need more confident and make use of your talents. You have done already enough taking care of your parents. It’s time that you should take care of yourself. If I’d go crazy (or motioning about shoot himself in the head) if I couldn’t do things outside of home.”

    What makes people think my bio-units are preventing me from moving on with my life? Did you know that certain agents already know why I still remaining indoors and my true identity is hidden behind my blog entries of mostly nonsense? Did you know I have nowhere else to go but downhill into the grave like everyone else? Did you know I’ve been there and done that?

    The boy is possessed. After he left, the three of us couldn’t figure out what he meant. In a few minutes of weariness from fools for the night, only one sentence, a summary of what he said, came to my mind: He has not yet found his inner peace.

    Once again the boy is projecting his insecure `observations` about my being a home girl based on his opinions on and probably from the influence of ungrateful spooks and in turn making his worldview more so correct over those outside himself.

    His inner demons are nagging. But mine is all to myself — calm and relaxed. He doesn’t realize being introverted is meditative and prayerful, too. He doesn’t realize that parakeets are indoors too and are confined to one spacious room for flying around. What makes the difference if we are out there? We all have to go home and rest, right?

    And if he only practices inner peace without distracting himself with outdoor activities and other materialistic blings, then he and his wife alike won’t be blaming the mother for allegedly controlling her daughter. The boy already accused the mother for believing the spin doctors a few days ago.

    Listen, fools: Wait until you grow old, disabled and ugly. Do you think your friends will wipe your butt, feed you during your dying days or drive you to your doctor’s appointment? No, you say? So there you go: quit being so damn arrogant and get a real life.

  • 20100310-Twit Time

    Prior to 18:00pm, I intercepted a phone call from the girl, who was informed last minute by the boy, who had told her about my last minute dinner at around 18:30pm.

    Here are WHITE lies – straight in a row – as told from her and straight into my earhole via the phone:

    • I forgot.
    • I’m so busy. It’s crazy at work.
    • I’m going to the gym and workout my butt.
    • I have a hair appointment tonight. It shouldn’t take more than an hour.

    Listen: If you hate us so much, please let your husband know that you’d rather do what I refuse to do – set foot in your home (or rather the house of your husband’s parents). You two have been lying to each other. Just admit both of you cannot be wrong.

    Honestly, we do not care if these two continue their path as fools. We will ignore them for `covering their assholes` but respect them for being `different`. It’s better that the truth be known: we’re family. Bruhaha!

  • 20100310-Spreading Butter

    I love spreading REAL butter on my toast, pancakes, biscuit, muffin, etc. The sweet variety is especially tasty. After this morning’s mass, the three of us decided to eat breakfast at Carrows (off Tully Road in San Jose, CA). We sat at Table 18 and at 09:05:42 PST received Check #: 332453 from Carlos A., our server. The place was VERY good about refilling the cups of coffee for their customers.

    What I noticed towards the bottom of the particular `check` was the convenience of `paying dutch`. For the total amount of $26.37:

    “If split among 3 guests, each pay —>8.79.”

    Now I was cackling loudly but had to cup my hand over my loud mouth so as not to disturb other meat eaters. Maw understood exactly the concept of `paying dutch`as I described the striking similarity of Obama’s ideologue of `spreading the wealth`. Paw looked on and listened patiently

    I compared the following two persons:

    Person A: I’m a hungry person and ordered the $8.00 breakfast meal. I’m wealthy and bought another meal at the same price to take home for later on. I have a thyroid problem that makes me hungry. As a matter of fact, my body weight is considered obese and I have diabetes and cardio-vascular problems.

    Person B: I’m an anorexic and ordered one cup of coffee for $2.00. I’m poor and did not buy a meal to eat or to take out. As a matter of fact, I refused anymore coffee refills because I didn’t want to add extra weight. I’m so sick of my body image that I cannot hold down a job or hang around people who eat like pigs.

    After eating our meal and talking about many things, our handsome waiter handed us our `check`. The `dutch trip` amount came out to be $5.00 per guest. Now Person A has no problem `forking out` [pun intended] her wads of cash and adds a last minute dessert of a hot fudge sundae for $5.00 to the order.

    The waiter handed us the adjusted `check` with the total amount of $15.00 (or a split of $7.50 per guest).

    Question: Who do you think pays more — Person A (obese and wealthy) or Person B (anorexic and poor)?

    Answer: Person B pays more, right? Correct! Person B is not only poor but has to pay taxes out of her paycheck. And in order to feed her skin and bones, she needs to pay even more taxes for food.

    But in Obama’s world, Person A pays more than Person B. Why? Because the wealthy has lots of money to spend and therefore these greedy, fat cats shouldn’t have any problem paying higher taxes, too.

    Think well, morons. Obama is serving his purpose well. Can you see, now? Neither `spreading the wealth` nor `spreading more butter` benefits the poor, who gets shafted or clogged to death, which ever comes first.

  • 20100310-Noticing Numbers

    Here are a few more double-digits for the past few days:

    • At 11:11am on 03/08/2010, the boy calls our phone number from work. He wanted to come over for lunch. Later on, Alan and he came over at night and right after we ate dinner. Alan handed us his wedding invitation.
    • At 02:11am on 03/09/2010, the parakeets scrambled per Paw this morning while he was putting on his shoes this morning and prior to our attending morning mass.
    • At 12:11pm on 03/09/2010, a big rig (with the words `Oak Harbor` printed in reddish color) was parked on MY road. It was facing westward and towards the railway intersection. I heard the rumble and got up quickly from my chair, looked out the window upstairs from my computer room and pointed at it. The vehicle pulled away immediately.

  • 20100305-Noticing Numbers

    After attending that morning’s mass, we went shopping at Seafood City (off McKee Rd.) – AGAIN! This time we bought 18 cans of Tomi sardines in tomato sauce and chili (or 6 cans per customer). So each of us got 6 cans and paid separately. It’s stupid.

    Anyway, the receipt came out to be a change of $2.22 for a total of 22 items. I see the usual double digits of two (or twenty-two) – AGAIN!